“You’ve got a package,” he said. He pointed toward a sheepish messenger standing next to the central desk. “You’ve got to sign for it.”
Kim looked over at the messenger. He was intimidated by the SICU’s environment. A clipboard was clasped to his chest. At his elbow stood a computer paper box tied with a string. In an instant, Kim comprehended what was in the box and her heart fluttered.
“The front desk tried to get him to take it to the mail room,” the clerk said. “But the messenger insisted his instructions were to deliver it to you in person.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Kim said nervously. She started toward the desk with the clerk following at her heels. To her horror a bad situation suddenly got worse. Kinnard stood up from behind the desk where he had been writing in a chart and was looking at the receipt. She’d not seen him since their confrontation at the compound.
“What do we have here?” Kinnard said.
Kim took the clipboard from the messenger and hastily signed.
“It’s a special delivery,” the clerk explained.
“I can see that,” Kinnard said. “I also see that it is from Dr. Edward Armstrong’s lab. The question is, what can be inside?”
“It didn’t say on the receipt,” the clerk said.
“Give me the box,” Kim said sternly. She reached over the counter to take it from Kinnard, but Kinnard stepped back.
He smiled superciliously. “It’s from one of Ms. Stewart’s many admirers,” he told the clerk. “It’s probably candy. Pretty clever putting it in a computer paper box.”
“It’s the first time anyone on the staff ever got a special delivery package in the SICU,” the clerk said.
“Give me the box,” Kim demanded again. Her face flushed bright red as her mind’s eye saw the box falling to the floor and Elizabeth’s head rolling out.
Kinnard shook the box and intently listened. From across the desk Kim could hear the head distinctly thumping against the sides.
“Can’t be candy unless it’s a chocolate soccer ball,” Kinnard said, assuming a comically confused expression. “What do you think?” He shook the package close to the clerk.
Mortified, Kim came behind the desk and tried to get hold of the package. Kinnard held it above his head, out of her reach.
Marsha Kingsley rounded the desk from the opposite end. Like most of the rest of the staff in the unit she’d seen what was happening, but unlike the others she came to her roommate’s rescue. Stepping behind Kinnard, she reached up and pulled his arm down. He didn’t resist. Marsha took the box and handed it to Kim.
Sensing that Kim was upset, Marsha led her into the back room. Behind them they could hear Kinnard laughing with the clerk.
“Some people’s sense of humor is sick,” Marsha said. “Someone should kick his Irish ass.”
“Thank you for helping,” Kim said. Now that she had the box in her hands she felt much better. Yet she was visibly trembling.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with that man,” Marsha continued. “What a bully. You don’t deserve that kind of abuse.”
“His feelings are hurt because I’m dating Edward,” Kim said.
“So now you’re defending him?” Marsha questioned. “Hell, I’m not buying the spurned lover role for Kinnard. Not in the slightest. Not that Lothario.”
“Who’s he dating?” Kim asked.
“The new blonde in the ER,” Marsha said.
“Oh, great!” Kim said sarcastically.
“It’s his loss,” Marsha said. “Word has it she was the role model for those dumb-blonde jokes.”
“She’s also the one with the body that doesn’t quit,” Kim said forlornly.
“What do you care?” Marsha said.
Kim sighed. “You’re right,” she said. “I guess I just hate bad feelings and discord.”
“Well, you sure had your share with Kinnard,” Marsha said. “Look at the difference with the way Edward treats you. He doesn’t take you for granted.”
“You’re right,” Kim repeated.
After work Kim carried the computer paper box out to her car and put it in the trunk. Then she vacillated what to do. She’d had plans to visit the statehouse before the issue with Elizabeth’s head came up. She considered postponing the visit until another afternoon. Then she decided there was no reason she couldn’t do both, especially considering that her job at the cottage had to be done after all the workers left.